I’ll make you a bomb. First the booster gas canister,
then the heat shield, then the radium case, which, yes,
is shaped like a peanut. I’ll make you a bomb,
first the heat field, then the lenses that drive
the implosion, and last the radiation space, which,
yes, is shaped like a peanut. I’ll make you a bomb,
first the space filler, then the glass lenses,
which, careful, may implode. I’ll make you a swan,
first a crease here, then a crease there, a quick tuck
for the wings, an explosion of flight. I’ll make you a swan,
one-two-three folds and now it’s done, but it will not fly,
its wing tips burning like fuses. I’ll make you a dress,
don’t you love me? a nip and a tuck and three pins
to hold it tight. I’ll make you a little white dress,
inside it your heart says bang, bang, bang, your mind
like a swan’s. Careful, it’s shaped like a peanut,
careful of when it decays, careful, it may implode.
Don’t you love me? Look what I’ve made you.